I'll always remember car trips with my father - sitting in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio at the top of my lungs, having long conversations about nothing in particular. <Tab/>Our car trips were fortnightly events. On the Friday night, or sometimes the Saturday morning, he'd pick me up and drive me to his place, and then, on the Sunday evening, he'd drive me home again - always …showed first 75 words of 790 total…

…showed last 75 words of 790 total…wanted to say something to comfort him. I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door. As Dad started the car, I said the first thing that came to mind. <Tab/>"At least we've got a long weekend now, so you can see more of me before you go." <Tab/>Dad didn't respond. He just pulled the car away from the curb, and drove. In silence.